Packed up my stuff
Im on the road to fame
FPMG
They came
Got better I changed
I bet you still thinking the same
No pot to piss in
My rhymes got different
Was down sometimes
But now me and my niggas get lifted
Was taught something you still skipping
Im chillen in the passenger seat today
Spence whippin
And its time to ride tho
People turn up apon my arrival
My own comp
No need for a rival
These fools aint hard bro
I call em some styrofoam
This green blessing aint good without this salad dressing
Cheese
Take a picture
Thats ya girl but i bet my nigga leave with her
( Thats ya girl but i bet my nigga leave with her )
Damn it feels good to be so right
So right
My team with me tonight
Its gone be alright
Yall say the sky's the limit
But we exceeding that height
So right
We all we got
Keep working aint nobody taking our spot
High socks , flip flops
Im chillen
My drink straight , you chase
Im chillen
Tryna get you back in line
You need to know its our time
One of a kind our shirts
Are gilden
Painting the city
Now we bout to own the building
Its all money so how you feeling
This green blessing aint good without this salad dressing
Cheese
Take a picture
Thats ya girl but i bet my nigga leave with her
( Thats ya girl but i bet my nigga leave with her )